It’s been a minute
I’m still in it
Life’s a b*tch
I still get it
Let that introduction breathe
It’s been a minute
And if I’d let it
It would have been an hour
It was written
Some insides were bitter
Sour
I should have kept playing the fool
The wise get caught
Watching the digits on the watch
But the clock was ticking
Analog hours
Old fashion
Self made
Power
Let that breathe
It’s been a minute
I had to repeat
I hope you get it
What was already said
Left on the road for dead
Couldn’t fathom
It felt like life wanted my head
A phantom
Johnny B
With the perfect hair
The fool
Playing it square
While the music plays
We circle chairs
Life
Only has a seat for winners in here
So
I forfeit
This isn’t a charity
But it’s not for profit
Define fair
Childhood games
Meant to increase the average salary
But instead
we depend on bananas in galleries
Let it breathe
Let the babies teethe
So
They can become adults
Grit their teeth
While their anger seethes
At being given dull swords
That have no use outside a sheath
Couldn’t even chop the wood
On transplanted trees
Money
Now behind gilded gates
And you’re getting hired
To rake the leaves
Sitting in the troughs of life
Only skill you possess
Was cleaning eaves
Learned to grow your own
Now they call you thieves
I’m trying to iron out the irony
This is where I’d usually
Let it breathe
Keep it smooth and subtle
But we all got thrown out
Guns on turrets
Pointed at our mouths
Fear that their mansions will burn
Every time they hear
Lighters up
Hands raise
With a uniform blaze
The music plays
To set the stage
Everyone is standing
Fuck the chairs
You hear
Bastian read
As he turns the page
He feels the rage
This day
His age
And nothing’s changed
It’s been a minute
Between the lines
I’m still in it
Life’s a bitch
But
She’s not the problem
Dog
I hope you get it